“Hawaii?”
He chuckled. “Florida. It’s a little closer, and the flight isn’t as long.”
“What time is our flight?”
He looked at his watch. “Oh, we have a couple of hours to kill.”
“Whatever will we do?” I teased softly.
His hands tightened on my hips.
“I have a few ideas,” he said, picking me up and setting me on the washer. He stepped up, putting his hips between my spread thighs, and he kissed me slowly, but it was still firm and full of emotion.
Over the last month, I could see the change in him. It was like us being together fixed everything that was broken in his world. He had nearly quit drinking, and he was happier in every sense of the word. He was no longer tormented by his past or the death of his wife. He was healing, moving on, and falling in love without even realizing it.
I was beyond happy to be the one helping him heal, but neither of us had mentioned how things were changing between us. Deep down, I was afraid to shine any light on it at all, fearing that he’d pull away once he realized it was there.
“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind all day,” he said against my lips as his hands roamed my body. He squeezed my breasts as he kissed his way down my chin and neck.
“Can’t wait until we get to Florida, huh?”
His mouth moved up to my ear. “I can, but I don’t want to.” He nipped the lobe, lighting a fire between my thighs.
“Me either,” I said, pulling his mouth back to mine.
Our kiss was hard, fast, and messy, but neither of us cared. The level of need each of us felt was more important than taking our time. There was no staying calm. It didn’t matter if our teeth clanked together because we were both acting out of urgency.
The night I gave Roman my virginity was perfect, but it did leave me sore for the next week. I almost felt like I needed to walk with an ice pack between my legs.
Because of the intense things that were between us that first night, Roman refused to touch me again until I had time to heal. On week two, he finally gave in, but the result was the same. That week, neither of us could control our need, but he wouldn’t cross the line. Instead, we did other things, touching, teasing, exploring with our hands that eventually led to exploring with our mouths.
Week three was a crazy and insane mess of work, school, tests, and Sophia. We didn’t get much time together, and when we did, neither of us could stay awake long enough for any physical relationship, which led us to week four. One month after I had given him my virginity and we’d only had sex one other time. We needed what we needed, and neither of us was embarrassed to let the other know.
I pulled him closer with my legs, and my hands moved to the buttons on his shirt. I quickly moved down them until I could push his shirt open. He promptly ripped his arms out of his shirt and jacket, letting both fall to the floor. I grabbed his tie and kept his mouth against mine, but he was quick to loosen it. He broke our kiss and ripped his head out of the tie’s loop. Before I knew what he was doing, his mouth was slamming down on mine.
I hadn’t planned on anything special that night, so I came home from school and changed into a pair of fitted cotton shorts and his gray t-shirt. I gasped when he grabbed the neckline with both hands, pulling in opposite directions, and the shirt cried out as the fabric ripped down the center.
My breasts were on full display, and his hands immediately went to them, massaging the mounds as his mouth moved down my body. He kissed my neck and scraped his teeth along my collarbone as he descended further. He licked over the swell ofmy breast before sucking my already sensitive nipple into his hot mouth. He wasn’t being careful. He was being rough, and I found myself surprised by how much I enjoyed the small amount of pain. I wasn’t ever the type to get off on pain before, but there was something sexy about how badly he needed me. He was handling me with wild abandon, rather than being mindful and careful.
While his mouth moved from one breast to the other, his hands fell to the waistband of my shorts. He started pulling them downward, so I put my hands flat on the washer and lifted my ass so he could pull them off. Once he discarded them, his mouth left my chest, dropping down between my thighs without warning. He swept his tongue between my folds as I lay back the best I could, and sucked my clit into his mouth as he thrusted his tongue against it. My head fell back, and a long moan left my lips as every muscle tightened in excitement.
He licked, sucked, rubbed, and teased, working me up several times without letting me fall over the edge. It was exhilarating and infuriating all at once. My heart pounded against my chest, and my lungs were heaving.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he husked out from between my legs.
I moaned softly at his words.
I heard the metal of his belt clank, and soon after, he stood and pulled me off the washer. He spun me around so my back was to him, and then he pushed me to bend over the machine. He entered me from behind, and both of us let out a long, loud moan of appreciation.
He kept one hand on my hip. The other was on my shoulder. Both of them were pulling me into his deep thrusts. I extended my arms and grabbed onto the control panel of the machine, wrapping my fingers around the top and holding on for dear life, as it felt like he’d pull me over if I weren’t careful.
I looked over my shoulder at him, and the sight was enough to have my orgasm building. He didn’t bother to remove his pants. Instead, they were loosely around his ankles, but he was completely naked from there up. He had both hands on my hips, jerking me against him. His neck was bowed forward as he watched himself enter me with his mouth slightly open in amazement.
After a few thrusts, his eyes found mine. He didn’t slow or stop, but he smirked. “You want to watch too, don’t you, baby?”
My face warmed, but I offered a shy smile as I nodded.
He leaned over just enough for the tips of his fingers to reach the door to the half-bath that was just off the laundry room. It creaked open, and there, on the back of it, was a full-length mirror. His eyes found mine in the mirror, and he smiled before his hips started moving again. I kept my head turned so I could watch in the mirror.
